BALANCING ACTS by Sandra Bark The summer before I was a born, a man named Phillippe Petit walked across a tightrope stretched between the Twin Towers, showing the world that with enough practice, huma… more →
MALA YOGAwrote 1 month ago: BALANCING ACTS by Sandra Bark The summer before I was a born, a man named Phillippe Petit walked acr … more →
wrote 2 months ago: ORANGE DAISY CINDERELLA by Sandra Bark When my grandmother died, my kitchenware holdings expanded to … more →
wrote 3 months ago: GUATE-MALA by Sandra Bark I am writing this edition of Practice Makes Practice from the Mala Yoga re … more →
wrote 4 months ago: SIX DEGREES OF CONNECTEDNESS by Sandra Bark This one is for Patty, who I have never met. Her home is … more →
wrote 4 months ago: THE DOORS by Sandra Bark People are always trying to find themselves, as if we are keys that have be … more →
wrote 5 months ago: SPARE SOME CHANGE? by Sandra Bark A friend of mine is pregnant. Another is contemplating a divorce. … more →
wrote 5 months ago: LIKE/DISLIKE by Sandra Bark Attachment is not a simple thing to untangle. How could it be? The filam … more →
wrote 5 months ago: OM AND AWAY by Sandra Bark Mala is my home away from home. It is more than a place to tone my tricep … more →
wrote 6 months ago: CLOUDSOURCING by Sandra Bark Lately, I’ve had my head in the clouds. Not because I’m feeling d … more →
wrote 6 months ago: ETERNAL SUNSHINE OF THE DRIFTING MIND by Sandra Bark This Thanksgiving week, I’d like to offer … more →
wrote 6 months ago: ON BLOOMING TODAY by Sandra Bark My Outlook is less than rosy right now. I use Outlook to access my … more →
wrote 6 months ago: YOU ARE HERE by Sandra Bark I am lost. I know where I was, but I’m no longer there. And I have … more →
wrote 8 months ago: STUCK ON YOU by Sandra Bark Attachment, says the Dalai Lama, is the root of suffering. And who want … more →
wrote 8 months ago: NO REGRETS by Sandra Bark It’s ten p.m. You know where your children are: at home, asleep. But you’r … more →
wrote 9 months ago: PYGMALION AT THE DELI by Sandra Bark A man is turning a stone into a woman. This is the view from m … more →
wrote 9 months ago: OPEN FOR APOCALYPSE by Sandra Bark The morning that Irene came, I walked to yoga in a light drizzle. … more →
wrote 9 months ago: SWIM by Sandra Bark Last week, I swam for hours. I swam early in the morning before anyone else was … more →
wrote 9 months ago: EVERYTHING’S ERFECT by Sandra Bark This summer, I am breaking up with perfect. It’s too much. I’ll … more →
wrote 10 months ago: UP IS DOWN by Sandra Bark In my friend Alison’s hallway, the elevator keypad looks official but is a … more →